look up, quick. laugh into the sky
beautiful mild cathartic lie
when no longer asleep on a mystery,
the space between here and there
(approximately the length of two blinks one stare)
becomes irrelevant bliss.
this class, dismissed.
matter of fact,
i yawn, stretch, eyes glazed move (awkwardly) past the maze before
its magnetism makes melody fade
out
of the new of my true and i
do
whatever is fool's eye view
for it must confiscate my sense of (you)
for lack of better
things
to
skew
(that way is everything i 'knew')
i can't see it. it's not there?
look up, quick. laugh, i don't care
anything is better
i swear
